The moon shines so brightly tonight, it lightens up the dark sky till one can possibly see it as velvet blue color. The clouds stand a distance away from the moon as if it is too beautiful to be even close to it, but yet it surrounded the moon just like any other faithful lover, constantly watching and protecting. Because the moon shines so brightly tonight, the stars no longer stand out as it normally would be, nonetheless, it still twinkles joyfully as they confidently know, they are always part of the sky.

The sky looks so beautiful tonight. It is just like the sky in a fairytale.

Maybe Peter Pan and Tinkerbell would come tonight, spare me some pixie dust and bring me to neverland.

reblog from bohemianstar.



Now all I can do is watch the sky.
And I'm thinking of moving to tumblr...





So now I've started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly.
I recently picked up Melody Gardot's second album, My One and Only Thrill, again, which is one of my favourite jazz albums at all times.

Melody Gardot's story takes the singer-songwriter's woeful narrative arc and turns it on its head. She barely studied music growing up - a few years of piano here and there, a side job playing in jazz bars for cash - and planned to pursue painting, not music, as a career. But when Gardot was hit by a jeep while riding her bike through the streets of Philadelphia, the then-19-year-old art student was advised to take up an instrument as a form of music therapy. Once she started music therapy, the focus of her music-making changed rapidly.

Since the accident, Gardot has struggled with short-term memory loss, which forces her to write and record compositions before she forgets them. Furthermore, her heightened sensitivity to light and sound — which, despite hearing devices and sunglasses — makes performing somewhat difficult. But she still finds it enjoyable. And she hasn't forgotten about her good fortune, though, where she sees the accident was really something which led her to music, in a more meaningful way.

I truly admire her optimism towards the challenges in her life. Sometimes I wonder why do I easily get depressed even with small matters, as I'm still in a healthy and good form. Anyway, her If The Stars Were Mine never fails to make me smile. Lovely.

Perhaps I just need a little bit more patience.